Eyes say it all

It had just started raining.I saw him scampering into our garden.He was wet,scared and shivering under the alcove in the shrubs.

Perhaps,he was lost or had escaped.His worn out collar with a limp,tattered black naada had another story to tell.

I lured him with a biscuit,he nervously wobbled out of his hiding,polishing it off.For me,it was love at first sight.

I went inside my house dried him with our towel for guest. I made him lie on a jute sack which was dry and that could give him a feel of warmth. I sensed from the expression in his eyes that he was terribly hungry.

I offered him a bowl of warm milk mixed with pieces of bread. I could sense hunger as he gobbled it off fast. I offered him one more bowl of warm milk with bread pieces. 

The way he showed expression of gratitude in eyes was really touching my heart. I was very much happy to have a companion like him.

“He is my Woof Woof,may be, God has sent him for me.” I squealed with delight.

He was so tired that he felt asleep.

I played my  favourite Adele song,promising to see him,the first thing in the morning. 
And just as suddenly as he had come,he sped into the night, the unknown and beyond. 
I learnt an important lesson this morning … you come alone, learn on your own … fall alone and rise alone too !!

Somewhere along the way you do meet good samaritans who help you on a rainy wet day !! 
To the greatest Guru of all-” Life”

School

I cried when I had to take my first step towards you.
That building of the school, those benches and the atmosphere – everything was new.

I had a way of speaking which was hard to understand, 

I had to muster all my courage to even properly stand.
Days passed, that building grew familiar;

Now I didn’t cry,

Instead, in our uniforms, all we could do is fly.

I loved the blackness of the board and whiteness of chalk,

I loved being with my ‘folks’.

I loved playing hopscotch, drawing square boxes and jumping around.

I loved playing with stones; 

I loved every bit of those days, I was never alone.

Though home works were scary,

But, I managed, at times just barely.
More days passed, that building became my identity;

My uniform became my pride;

Hopes rose high and so did our stupidity.

We had small dreams, just finish ‘boards’ and life would be easy.

In midst of all this we had our first crush, one look enough to make us dizzy.

Love at first sight mixed with innocence;

Love letters were transferred in teachers presence.

Some got caught, some escaped,

But the naughtiness of innocuous days continued.
‘Reproduction’ was to be taught and exams were near,

The attendance reached the summit because of the chapter.

We enjoyed every bit of it, without a doubt,

In that moment we did feel mischievously proud. 
More days passed and we had to take that last step out of that building, 

I cried – we all cried.

Heart felt heavy, mind was numb,

‘Never say goodbye’, we all decided to play dumb.
Those days, we just wanted to grow, run away, to be in college soon,

We didn’t realise then that school was a boon.

We had to grow only to realise that growing is a mistake,

Not something but everything now seems of distaste.
We have cried for years,

remembering every memory that is dear-

That building in which we lost ourselves, 

Those walls that confided in us.

Now that building is memory, that uniform torn, and we are in search of an identity that would last.

Now, we realise, melody was in ‘good morning’ song;

The curves of the six letters is where we did actually belong.

Sweetness was in teachers stick;

True were those bunks, with an application, “with due respect, I am sick”.
I pine, I crave, I long,

For those days that are now long gone.

If it were only memory of those days I wouldn’t mind, 

However it’s me whom I lost and am yearning to find.

Maybe I will find her maybe I will not,

But those days I can never forget.

Tears along with a smile will always roll,

Whenever I look back and think of my school.

Birdy thoughts

I weaved a world,
From twigs and feathers,
Hewn from my beak,
Twined with leaves,
To cocoon you from wind and weather.
A tiny world it was.
Fragile not.
It bestowed you with wings,
And voice and spirit,
Songs of seasons, for you to sing,
With harmony sans lyric.
Flown you have,
Made your choice.
The sky,
Your new world,
And I rejoice.
Your return,
From your worldly sojourn,
I await.
                            
I espy this small nest,
In my big world,
Tucked among leaves,
Under the eaves.
A tiny world it was not.
Fragile not.
It told tales of Wings,
With voice and spirit,
Songs of seasons that I hear you sing,
With harmony sans lyric.
The vagaries of this world you will withstand,
For your world,
I hold,
In my hand,
It is your hearth,
It is my heart.

Diwali

LAMP OF HOPE

Let us kindle the lamp of hope

As echelons of zillion lights adorn,

Pearls of gleams in these autumn nights

To bless us all and rid us of sufferings

Humble thanks to God to give us prosperity 

Let’s share love and delight

People get a chance to express their thoughts 

And reminisces of this festival of lights 

Triumph of good over evil it shows,

Making the less fortunate smile,

Effusing joys to all abound

Where everyone enjoys a royal feast

It seems to be a happy day on Earth

Because I have lit the Lamp of Hope,

This gives me light

Spread this light, there is love for all

True light gives joy in heavenly style

And I wish we feel this way

I will shine for you like a lamp

For the early dawn and the birth of humanity

It provides hope and light for the new beginning.